If you travel out of Athens towards the mall, there is a Publix (store #451). This store is near and dear to my heart because it's where my career began, but that's an aside. If you go into that Publix and ask for the store manager, he'll likely be happy to provide you with a free brown paper bag. Better still, buy something and tell the bagger you want paper. I'm just mentioning this in case you plan on attending next week's game.
Such was our performance today.
Lewis Grizzard once famously had an entire column of blank space printed in the AJC after a loss to Tech. I get the sense that this would have sat with Lewis in much the same way. Let's face it. It was uglier than a North Avenue Homecoming Queen.
Now, I thought I'd be more upset, but you know, there's a certain serenity in the truth, even in the ugly truth. This team is terrible. I've given up trying to figure out why. They have talent. They have coaches that have produced ten win seasons. There's really no point in dissecting something so long dead and exposed to the spotlight of honest introspection. The team stinks. There's also no point in raging against the obvious.
Which is why I like the serenity of the truth.
This is a five win season. If we win more it will come on the heels of mistakes made by our opponents, not from us. It's the truth. We stink. Acceptance is the Soma of the fan. There is, however, lemonade to be made from all this.
Five wins puts pressure on the school to make coaching changes. It raises the noise level to a sufficient crescendo that it cannot be ignored. Even CMRs bible-muff ear plugs won't be up to the task. A bad season may, in fact, be just what the doctor ordered. Not Soma for our embarassment, but a real dose of change. Hopefully we win a coaching change. At the very least, an honest accounting of just what, exactly, is the Athletic Department getting for the money it pays in salaries. Or a demand for the return on the investment spent on recruiting. Or a gag for any mouthpeice player who thinks himself above the program, it's history, it's raison d'etre.
Speaking of which, I have a request of Joe Cox, that self-important ass-hat who thinks that those of us who cheered from Section 109 have no idea of what football is all about. Sit down. My mother, who lives in the UK and who has never seen a single game would know YOU should not be leading this team. If Joe Cox cares about Georgia football, he'll have a meeting with CMR and CMB, and tell them he wants Logan Gray to finish out the season. At least this way we have a chance of coming out of the gate in 2010.
Problem is, he won't.
Nor will the rest of the problems on this team go away. The defense still wouldn't be able to stop a campfire with a fire hose. The offense still won't be able to buy a happy ending in a japanese massage parlor. We're that bad.
But that's okay. Next week, should we lose to Vandy--and we might--I'll expect it. I'll know that this is the throw away season that should have been a rebuilding season. Next year, we'll rebuild, just in time to see AJ Green go to the NFL, and the hopes of the Dawg Nation dashed again by coming to the truth a season too late. Sort of like red shirting Knowshon. I'll still watch, still cheer, still feel like crap after the games, but my expectations for the rest of the season are nil. I'm actually hoping for a five winner so we don't get embarassed by one of the other mid-majors in a lowly bowl in mid December.
If I were attending the game, I'd carry my paper sack with me. Maybe CMR should stop by Publix 451 and ask for his own bag. That way, at mid field after another of these performances, when the opposing coach says \"Hey Coach, you need a bag for your ass\" he can say \"no thanks, I've brought my own.\"
We're that bad.
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